Mateo.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her calmly. She is trying to flee despite my warnings.

“What do you think?” she sneeringly asks. She continues to be pompous. She needs to be put in her place. I am her mate as well as her king. “Are you blind? Don’t you see I’m leaving?”

“Oh, you’re going to go leave. Are you attempting to flee once more?” I inquire, approaching her.

“I am leaving, and don’t try to stop me,” she threatens.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place,” I scoff. “But I won’t mind showing you. You’re my mate, and I get to decide whether you can leave...